now i am forced to somehow un-love you. as if i never craved your touch, your kiss, or simply your presence across the room. i am forced to pretend this heart is not longing for your return. we are now two strangers who shared a past, and an imaginary future together. i am forced to dry my tears at night and make myself believe this is for the better. my arms no longer have a home. and your absence will forever torment my soul.
You were never once sorry for burning my home. But somehow you expect me to stay in the burnt home. If I had done the same thing what would you do? Hug me?
If I was your home and I burnt it myself and you abandoning the home like it never mattered because you felt homeless but never tried to understand and stay with the burnt home and build it again ? Was not an option? I guess it wasn't an option. And the home can never be able to be a home again .
“At some point in life, someone will love you more than what you’ve expected. Be Patient and learn to wait, because sometimes a patient person receives the best love story.”